INLETS into the Self

Peace at the Inlet

"Tell me about exhaustion," I said.

He looked at me with an acute, searching, compassionate ferocity for the briefest of moments, as if trying to sum up the entirety of the situation and without missing a beat, as if he had been waiting all along, to say a life-changing thing to me. He said, in the form both of a question and an assertion:

"You know that the antidote to exhaustion is not necessarily rest?"

"The antidote to exhaustion is not necessarily rest," I repeated woodenly, as if I might exhaust myself completely before I reached the end of the sentence. "What is it, then?"

"The antidote to exhaustion is wholeheartedness...You are only half here, and half here will kill you after a while. You need something to which you can give your full powers...You are like Rilke's Swan in his awkward waddling across the ground; the swan doesn't cure his awkwardness by beating himself on the back, by moving faster, or by trying to organize himself better. He does it by moving toward the elemental water where he belongs...touch the elemental waters in your own life, and it will transform everything. But you have to let yourself down into those waters from the ground on which you stand...

And to die, which is the letting go
Of the ground we stand on and cling to every day..."

('from that moment on. I realized I had nowhere else to go.')

This above is an excerpt form a conversation between Brother David and Poet David Whyte...

Brother David here

Following Your Path is in Effect a Kind of Going Off the Path
here

Everything is Waiting for You
here

When "my path" is finding You: Say I Am You
here

The luminous point whose name is the Self
Is the life-spark beneath our dust.
By Love it is made more lasting,
More living, more burning, more glowing.
From Love proceeds the radiance of its being
And the development of its unknown possibilities.
It's nature gathers fire from Love,
Love instructs it to illumine the world.
From the section 'Showing that the Self is strengthened by Love' from the little gem of a book: "The Secrets of the Self" by Allama Muhammad Iqbal


"Golden Dawn" by Neil Boucher -- find both photos on this page at "Ocean Inlet Wall (and card) Art"

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Also go to the most recent post on the top to see what a man with self-proclaimed "tired eyes" is saying to the world...